Why doesn't anybody ever talk about astrology?
>>17103036
Because it's a pseudo-science with little to no basis in reality.
Indeed, I would rather talk about astronomy...
Sometimes, I feel sorry for astrology. Well over 1,000 years of accurately predicting crops, seasons, navigation, and stellar events. Then the division occurred with heliocentric theory, and none of those things are attributed to this once great practice. Instead, it's just associated with stupid bullshit like horoscopes.
Does anyone else sometimes have dreams that predict the future? For example, when I was younger I had a dream that I was sitting on my knees at our coffee table in the living room playing with some sort of toy, nothing special but a couple weeks later I was doing that exact thing, I had completely forgotten about it but it just hit me out of nowhere that I had dreamed everything happening at that moment, right down to my mother sitting on the couch reading a magazine. Sorta like deja vu, but it happens in the dream first.
This happens to me alot , I read that it was a sign that you're about to do something important or like a significance of the event and or just showing you, you're on the right path
I had a dream that I was woken by my alarm clock, but then later on I was woken by my alarm clock and realised I was dreaming the first time.
Being woken by an alarm clock isn't difficult for my brain to predict when I go to sleep on a weeknight, though.
>>17078931
What the fuck do you think the catalog is for?
Hey x in my last thread I was told about the possibility of spirit animal or forest guardians in the woods I grew up in and I was wondering if you guys have any experiences or knowledge on this subject
>>17101768
fag
>>17101768
Faggot
What a homo
Your sleeping at 2:40 in the morning with the TV on, but then you wake up after the EAS noise goes off.
You then hear this:
>THE EMERGENCY ALERT SYSTEM HAS BEEN ACTIVATED BY REQUEST OF THE US GOVERNMENT.
>AT 2:45 PM, LOCAL LAW ENFORCEMENT NOTICED A STRANGE OCCURRENCE COMING FROM THE LIGHT OF THE MOON.
>THIS LIGHT HAS REPORTED TO CAUSE PARANOIA, FITS OF RAGE, AND SUICIDES.
>STAY AWAY FROM AND/OR BOARD UP YOUR WINDOWS AND KEEP YOUR TELEVISIONS ON AND STAY TUNED TO [insert your local station here] AS WE CONTINUE TO SERVE THE LOCAL [insert county name here] AREA.
>WE WILL CONTINUE TO BROADCAST THIS MESSAGE UNTIL SUNRISE OR UNTIL THE EVENT ENDS.
>[message repeats]
What would you do?
(Also, post EAS messages (real or fake)
Moon bathe
stay away from and/or board up my windows and keep my tv tuned before making some good ol 2 AM pudding and some hot chocolate and maybe play some games desu
>>17099790
also this
https://youtube.com/watch?v=lWt4Di6zr14
What do you think about quantum suicide/immortality?
>>17094522
There's only one way to test it OP.
>>17094522
I got extremely high on some kind of pills a friend gave me and initially I felt a pop in my chest and extreme heat. Afterwords I blacked out and woke up on the side of his home puking with the sound of an ambulance blaring beside me however there was no ambulance. I blacked out a few more times ending up in different places. I'm fairly certain I died but then again I was high as fuck.
Quantum suicide LOL
stop smoking angel dust faggot
is hat man real? i thought it was made up, like slenderman.
What is the hat man exactly?
>>17094140
not sure, i keep seeing .jpg of a silhouette like this one posted on here.
The hat man is a phenomenon which is similar to shadow people and that usually kids around 3-8 years see. i used to see shadow people all the damn time and my mother just said they were angels, I do not remember If I ever saw a hat man though. Oh, and some people that experience sleep paralysis also see the hat man. Which is a black silouthe with a hat.
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>>17092625
What do you want to know?
Was he a genius?
Did he have powers?
Was he just mentally ill?
What books have you read by him?
What books should I read by him right now?
And most importantly: is he really dead?
Or is he secretly still a spy?
What do you think?
Hmm?
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Bringing him up is a troll move, like going to /k/ and saying "Gun type X is the best!" or going to /tv/ and posting a pic of any film or tv show and asking "What went wrong?"
Ok /x/, ITT the most disturbing shit on the internet
>>17087938
>>17087938
>>17088081
You think that's disturbing? You should get a look at her cunt.
any decent books you guys like?
best /x/ related movies?
>>17087863
I saw someone in the "ancient tunnels" thread the other day mentioning a couple of books that sounded decent but I can't remember much about them. one was called Descent or something but I don't remember the authors name and there's loads of stories with that title.
bump because am faget
>>17087863
Dont know how far up /x/-alley this one is, but one of my all time favorites is Azzazel by Isaac Asimov.
Its more comedy than anything, but it is a really nice, short read with supernatural shenanigans.
Are there any 100% real conspiracies with actual proof, or is it all a bunch of tinfoil nonsense?
>>17070200
I swear, if American politicians had to wear patches on their sleeves from their campaign contributers, like fucking NASCAR drivers: no one would doubt conspiracy theories.
most are unfounded or don't have enough evidence to make them credible, but of course some conspiracies are real.
to name a few: watergate, the MK ultra project, operation mockingbird, etc.
it's not just a thought that governments tend to hide some things from the general public. sure, some might exaggerate it greatly, like area 51 and such, but that doesn't mean the core of the story isn't real.
The aliens conspiracy's got a lot of proof backing it up
Hello, /x/.
Now I know a lot of you guys are interested in the occult and magick in general, maybe some of you even have your own practices going on. Many might have your own paths and your own point of views regarding many subjects on this forum, but it may be difficult to find those with like minds.
Have you ever sought a group to meet some people who shared an intimate bond with you, who both listened and critiqued constructively? Who helped you further your own practice, did things together and got inspired through each others work?
I am aware that /x/ is not the place to recruit others or make sub-cultures out of. But i do want to give everyone who is interested, a chance of getting into a group, to help grow and redefine, shape and affect their world with. Spiritually, academically, occult and hobby-wise. The gist of the group is that it is a size of seven members, each in their own practice and perspective on magic, and divided three male, three female and a last wildcard, to uphold a form and sacred number. Four members have already been found, three more have the chance to both further and challenge their everyday beliefs.
Anyone who is interested, will have to dance through some preliminary interviews. These are meant to help define both the needs of the person and the group as a whole. There will be several rounds and if you don't feel like doing it for joining the group, then do it as a challenge to help define your own beliefs and dogmas.
Here is the process: You will send an email to [email protected], asking for an application. You will go through five rounds of questioning, and either be rejected or accepted. We currently have four members, and are looking for our final three. This means we have two male, two female currently; and are looking for one of each gender, and third of either.
We prefer applicants have some sort of magickal experience, but it isn't required.
Thank you.
Not for me but I'll bump.
I'm still reading through materiel but at some point I feel this will be necessary for school, bump.
>>17086976
sended
ITT we recommend overlooked horror games
Pic obviously not related but will eventually be, probably.
Sanitarium
Adventure game with a very eerie and bizarre atmosphere, especially during the first chapter.
And the music is really haunting:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1WAA1lQ6vQ
vampire the masquerade if you guys haven't played bloodlines lell
Pathologic
I heard a joke once about having a kid. It went that seeing your wife give birth is like watching your favorite pub burn down; they can rebuild it, but you know it'll never be the same.
But that's the British for you. We're always so worried about the appropriateness of appearance that we forget about the joy of experience.
And the day my wife had Lucy was the most joyful of my life. She was a perfect thing — smiling, cooing, shitting her pants. It didn't matter. I loved her. But if Lucy was perfect — and she was — my wife Meg and I weren't so perfect. I was gone a lot with my job and when I was around I was drinking a lot. She complained about the baby, about how I didn't help out enough around the house. Then finally one day I thought sod it. Maybe the joke was right. Once the pub is gone? It's gone.
I wasn't surprised when Meg said she wanted out. I figured we'd split custody of Lucy, but since I was on the road a lot, it made more sense that Lucy would stay at Meg's. I would see her on weekends. It'd be great.
It was. For a while. Then, I started getting busier at work, started dating again, got promoted. It became harder and harder to see Lucy on the weekends. I began to see her once a month. Or maybe once every two months. Next thing I know, I just saw her Christmas and then that faded away because who the fuck can call a kid once a year and tell them you love them? If you can do that, you're a hard fucking man.
Years get shuffled about when you get older. Things you think will take forever don't. Twelve years after Lucy was born, I was drinking in my flat when Meg rang me up. She had been crying and she sounded hysterical. She got calm enough to tell me Lucy was dead. Hit and run. She bled out in the street.
They day was her birthday. She was twelve.
The last time I saw her she had been three.
I didn't go to the funeral. I couldn't decide if that made me a better person or a worse one. It didn't matter. No matter what I did, it wouldn't get her back. I sat on my couch a lot after that. I watched tv. Nature programs. Mysteries of the deep. Tripe like that. I had a lot of time on my hands, in that my work had downsized and I was let go in the first round of cuts. All the resumes I sent out after that never brought back any calls. My rent payments felt huge, like those giant squids they find inside the belly of whales on Mysteries of the Deep.
I had been on the dole got two months when I started hearing the knocking at my door. It was always late — two or three in the morning. That empty, silent time. The whole neighborhood wrapped up in silence and there was that knocking, violating that pact, that covenant of quiet. So I would get up, in the absolute inky pitch black of light, flick on a lamp in the hallway, and creep out to the front door.
You ever been alone in a house in the middle of the night when someone starts knocking on the door? You know what it feels like? What it feels like to know somebody wants to talk to you, to see you, in the dead of night, banging on the door loud enough to wake the —
Well, I digress.
That night, the first night of the door knocking, when I got there and peered out the little window on the side of the door, I didn't see anybody. I turned on the porch light and opened the door, letting in that icy nocturnal wind, that lonely wind, the kind that gets the cold right in your bones.
But nobody was out there.
The rest of the week was the same. Someone banging the holy hell out of the door, me rushing to the front of the house and flinging open the door to see just an empty throughway. I thought it might have been some chavs up the street having a go and tried not to worry over it. But there was something wrong in the way it felt. That sheer emptiness whenever I opened up onto the street didn't seem right. I started having problems sleeping, taking hours to doze off and when I did, that's when I would wake up. Because of that banging.
Then on Saturday night — Sunday morning, I suppose — I woke up. There was the pounding on the door like always. Insistent.
I crept out of the bedroom. I felt like I could see a shadowy shape at the door for a second but by the time I got there it was the same as the last time.
Nobody.
I opened the door and stepped out, looking up and down the street.
Nothing.
I turned to go back in and then I jumped.
My car alarm was going off, sounding quite loud and piercing in the otherwise quiet. Its lights were flashing orange in the dark. I stepped forward and peered at the car. No one was standing about. Maybe something else had set it off. A gust of wind. A cat.
I went into the house to grab my keys to turn the alarm off. As I was getting them off the kitchen table, I heard the alarm stop.
That couldn't have happened, I thought. It doesn't just turn off. Things don't stop.
I went to rush out to the car and I stopped. There in my doorway stood a figure.
It was a little girl, standing right on the edge. Staring at me.
It was hard to see her clearly. The only light on in the house was a lamp and it merely outlined her shape; the majority of her remained defined by shadows. I could tell she was young. Far too young to be standing outside alone at three in the morning.
"Excuse me," she said, "can I come in?"
Her voice sounded like a old voicemail on an old phone. Distant but permanent.
"No, you can't come in," I said.
"Please," she said. "I need help."
"What happened?" I asked. I didn't want to ask. I didn't want to hear what she said. But I asked. Something in me made me ask.
"There was an accident. I need help. I need to make a call," she stepped forward, almost into the house but not into the house, pressing against what seemed to be an invisible boundary only she could see. "Let me call my mom."
And then I saw her eyes. They were all black, reflecting me staring at her.
I slammed the door. I don't know how but I did. I slammed the door and fell on the ground.
For a moment, I couldn't move. The only sound in the world was my blood in my veins, rushing and pounding against their interior walls. My heart was so loud I didn't quite realize there were no other noises.
Are we inside a Truman show enclosed world, thousands of miles wide? Did we really go to the moon? Is the sun closer to our earth than we’ve been led to believe by the “powers that be”? Legendary researcher Stanton Friedman squares off with fellow Truth Frequency Radio host and producer of “Flat Earth Clues”, Mark K. Sargent in this special broadcast.
http://truthfrequencyradio.com/flat-earth-debate-with-stanton-friedman-and-mark-k-sargent/
dis gonna b live?
>>17106541
those images are most likely taken with increasingly advanced technology, enhancing quality, and taken at different times of year at different locations
>>17106541
This pic is retarded even by /pol/ standards.
I just want to send scary pictures to friends. Please post your worst. Thanks
This picture is terrifying if your friend is pizza
>>17106452
This picture is terifying if your friend is a squirrel
>>17106439
Not your personal spooker